theokitn

Okay. That's it. That does it. I give up. I'm outta here. The city I fell in love with in the 1970's is gone. Not only gone, but replaced with one that I'm ashamed to call home anymore. I've prayed, marched, petitioned, emailed and attended more funerals than anyone else I know across the country. I'm sure my leaving will have no effect on the partying, Mardi Gras festivities or any of the countless other fests in town. They're all charades now. Nero is fiddling. The WWII German cabarets are full of revelers. Blind fools. Leaving on June 10th. No regrets about my decision.

WTF? What's wrong with BEBO? Bet the Jesuits would have kept her. She was nice to look at. So what if I didn't trust her reports/forecasts; I put no more or less faith in her than any of the other dunces on the local airwaves. Carl A-riddle-redundant, Margaret "The Sky is Falling" Orr, Bob "Look At Those Flags On Top of the Treasure Chest Casino" Breck. Give me a break. What a bunch of clowns.